to whom this may concern...

my head or my hearts gonna explode
mind over (you dont) matter
excluding souls like kids in the playground
but schools out for summer
lets go down to the beach and put all our problems in the bottles
watch them float at sea to forget the fights between us
(there's something therapeutic about salty air...)
sometimes i just wanna push you off a bridge and watch you sink
but most of the time i just want to be wrapped up in your arms again
insecure little children never grow up
we are The Lost Boys
no matter how much i hate to admit it but i needed you since day one
i dont deserve you in my life
you are too good for me
please,
i love you.
broken smiles and pixiedust
maybe one day ill meet you in neverland
"two stars to the right and straight on till mornin'!"

"Take a hike, buddy- and by that i dont mean hitchhiking."

im the narrator in the story of my life
but you have the starring role
i hope you get blinded by red carpet lights
when im watching you on tv (acceptance speech blues, baby)
i hope the words are like glass shards in your mouth
because every note from your lips
is a knife to my wrist
the day you won over the crowd is marked
on my calender with a big black cross
this is not a school girl crush-
just a story from a Kid that wants to warn you-
this Story isnt for the faint at heart
these America's Suitehearts and
Prima Donnas Of The Gutters and
Front Cover Honeys arent role models for your children
so lets start a new fad
of getting back at those who stole your well deserved limelight

Blue Murder

let me shoot a bullet through a flock of crows

im sorry im a little "scatter-brained",

but what pieces you can find will be your host for this evening
(gotta rock and) roll with the punches
every hit aimed where it hurts
coz you were asking for it and i aim to please
so i ask you to fill out this feedback sheet
give me your hand me down dreams/second hand wishes
and we will call it a night
stage mums give me back my life
(grown ups who turned 13)
im going the wrong way
down a one way street
but i might just like it
(where ever i end up)

Bright lights and old fights

tie your worries to a bunch of balloons
and see how they stay grounded
im floating on heavy nostalgia clouds
at a minute to midnight
shooting star (or a crashing satellite)
close your eyes and make another death wish
“i wanna live on the dark side of your doormat”
a tiny Cleopatra on imperial litter
my clothes spend more time on the floor than on my body
belt buckles hitting wood floors
(keep) ringing on my fingers (and none in my ears)
and its flinging my head like a ball in another Wimbledon final
i put the skeletons of the past next to the monsters under my bed
Because the wardobe’s ready to burst
and i throw bullets off piers
so i can’t put them in sympathy guns
this is just another love story gone wrong
another romantic comedy turned horrific nightmare
i wouldnt wish me(this) on my worst enemy
looks like Little Miss Reliable finally grew up
to be something more than words on a page

My Heart Is A Machine.

i got my heart at a secondhand store
band-aid stitches pull all the pieces together
but i keep falling in love with planecrashes and trainwrecks
twisted art
tie me down to the tracks
you were supposed to be my light at the end of the tunnel
but i guess you were just a train
(run me into the ground)
they call it a crush because its supposed to hurt
"bruised and battered by your words,
dazed and shattered now it hurts"
(anaphylactic thoughts/ cant breathe)
i hope you miss me when im gone
“houston, i think we just crossed the “Rubricon”
point of no return to sender (with love)
bite down on the barrel
where my tongue where used to be (because i was your world)
fly to a place where everyome knows your name
sweet Wysteria Lane dreams
clean filthy mouths with soap opera lies
smoke breaks with the enemy
lunch breaks with the lover
you thought this was a perfect world?
you should have read the fine print
harsh Terms and (even harsher) conditions

tick.tock.tick.tock.

im late for a very important date
and not the fashionable kind of late I mean
surely I was invited?
invitation got lost in the mail so I wrote myself a new one
my handwriting is on a downturn
it follows Wall Street
unpredictable, unprecedented
twists and turns
economic drop thanks to controlling computers
google turns up empty when I search my past
“yahoo, I’m hear” holler if you need me
woops my elaborate brain
has caught me again and
drag me down to the depths of my own mind

"They call it a crush because its supposed to hurt"

paying disinterest on borrowing your laughter
ill make it spill from your mouth
like blood trickling down your chin after a near miss from death
fights in the street
break it up (break me up)
be my Joker (let’s put a smile on that face)
even if I have to carve it on

insanely happy (i hope you…) sleep heady dreams of harlequin hearts and creepy clowns
if you wake up frightened
in the dark all alone
surrounded by figments of your vivid imagination
keep in your mind-
way up the back past the clutter and
gutter trash (“Grow up” “Stop being such a Prima Donna”)
up side streets and across towns
down the road to the beach
there; where we stand and with no one
two hearts beat to-get-her-
that I want you to know and understand (no understudies or stunt doubles)
i never left You
(every time I close my eyes I see us standing on the pier)